outdated, out of use, out of stylean antiquity—my soulyou played melistened to my musicscratched my silver linings what good am I now?no music can be heard songs are skipping, incoherentfunny, broken thing—my soulyou played mecarefully opening each case like you didn’t carerearranging my soulscratched, played over and overbeyond repair—my soulhands delicately traced each haphazardly stacked casenot a place for everything not in its placeone by one I rip them out across the room, I tossclick! clack! cases clattersoftly whispering as they sail through the air“I was played one too many times”click! clack! against the wallbreaking apart, flying discs no longer compactold silver linings glinting with a blinkclick! clack! on the floorthe past piles upuseless antiquitymy soul—emptied of the music you playedof the times we dancedof the lyrics that brought us to lifesparse and plenty and freeroom for new silver liningsI will get soul.

Very impressive publication here. Moreover as I see, this question is very actual for many people indeed. Personally I totally agree with author opinion about this subject and I think that it would be really interesting to create such discussion with other this website visitors. Anyway thanks a lot one more time for the great and informative publication. And I will definitely be waiting for more such nice posts like this one from you. Kind regards, Peter Rickson.

Very impressive publication here. Moreover as I see, this question is very actual for many people indeed. Personally I totally agree with author opinion about this subject and I think that it would be really interesting to create such discussion with other this website visitors. Anyway thanks a lot one more time for the great and informative publication. And I will definitely be waiting for more such nice posts like this one from you. Kind regards, Peter Rickson.